*Instead of opening up in Jay's Workspace, we see RJ "Jay" Writing Ink trapped in a giant metal cage that's presently being pulled behind a group of motorcycles. Instead of people, the motorcycles are being driven by Velociraptors. And not the inaccurate ones from the Jurassic Park movies, either. These are the feathered Velociraptors that are the size of giant turkeys. Either way, Jay's not happy.*
Jay: So I really have no idea how I got into this freaking situation. All I know is that I was going to go see Jurassic World Dominion with my friend SXR123, and this happened to me. So, unfortunately, these raptors are preventing me from publishing the next chapter of Comet vs. this week. So be patient and maybe go outside and work out and I'll be sure to have it out by next week. Hey, you little prehistoric turkeys. Where are you taking me, anyway?
Lead Raptor: We are taking you to Mongolia.
Jay: Well, that's not too bad.
Lead Raptor: The desert part.
Jay: Aw, crapbaskets!
